I'm a Valentine's Day scrooge.
I grouchily said, "Oh we're celebrating Valentine's Day this year?"
To which he replied with a scowl, "Well, you told me the other day I had to."
"No thanks." said I and snuggled back into my warm bed.
I swear, my husband. . .
He did gift me with a wonderful box of mixed chocolates from Schakolad, a local chocolaterie. So he did slightly redeem himself.
The best part of the day was spending it with Cami down at Clementine's. What a hoot! I swear, she and I talk about everything! I think we have to cram a whole weeks worth of visiting in one day. That ain't easy. We talked music and movies, religion and politics, children, husbands, things we've done, things we haven't done, things we wished we'd done. And of course, lots of yarn talk. I think I have girl-child's next sweater picked out. Maybe. Knitting must be like childbirth - not soon after you're done you're ready to have another go at it, forgetting all the pain and agony.
I did finish the leg of my second sock today. Maybe by the end of the weekend I'll have a brand-new pair of socks to warm my tootsies. Now that's a good Valentine's Day gift.